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A cry for help

[a distress call has been tracked across the void, finally leading back to the source. a hulking crippled ship, teeming with hostile alien life, now lies before you.

what do you do? do you dive in or hang back? are you here to learn, play, build, or observe?

however you choose to proceed, your audience is out there somewhere, watching.]

ooc: here is a good ol' themed mingle to get you all started! and don't feel limited by the prompts and what they describe--they're just there as idea-starters, so feel free to go anywhere and do anything.

have fun!

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[ Many people may have realized by now, Asteffiel isn't terribly bright.

Well, he does glow in the dark, but that isn't a helpful sort of bright. The plantman is always looking for seeds he can grow, and there's bugs on this ship storing stuff, right?

Maybe there are some seeds in here! So that is what the necromancer was looking at - their stashes of food hidden.

Unfortunately Asteffiel wears leaves as clothing. The bugs consider that food too, and he is made of plants himself.

He's more likely to be heard before his glow is visible. Thumping wood-sounds on the metal floor, and: ]

Noooooo I am not foooooood!

[ Someone want to save the plant-man from giant bugs? ]

_{[ Really, how does the child-like plant man manage to get himself into these things? Even the children he knew of his own world were smarter than this. Vanyel heard the cries as he was heading back to the ships, and like any good Herald, he could not ignore what sounded like a distress call. He pounded through the twisting hallways, smashing away bugs with burst of wind since fire and lightning did little good, making out the familiarity of that voice the closer he drew. ]}

Asteffiel!

They keeep tryyying to eaaat meeee! [ Is the plant man's wail. There are actually a few chunks of his leaf-like clothing missing. ]

And it isn't working on them! [ 'It' seems to be a black-and-green magic that Asteffiel invokes by raising his hand. A black-green mist drops in a circle about him, although he quickly runs out of its area. Only one of his pursuing bugs - there are three - stops running to walk into a wall. ]

_{[ Magic seemed to have little effect on them, though one could kick or
strike at them. Wind could do no real damage, but it was a physical force
at least. He hurried up to Asteffiel, striking out with his foot at one of
the bugs, before grabbing the young leaf-man's wrist and tugging. ]}

Do not worry for them, simply run!

_{[ He could try gating, but it would take to much time to try and he
didn't know if he had the magic reserves left to even make one at all.
]}

Okay... [ If Asteffiel had his knives, he would be doing much better. But he only has one knife, and it is not terribly good - in fact, it looks like it might have come from a kitchen.

He didn't realize Vanyel was a warrior! He'll... definitely keep up, although he does occasionally lay down that circle again - most of the time it doesn't confuse the bugs as it had, but it doesn't cause him to slow down, so... ]

_{[ Slowing down was better than nothing in Vanyel's book, wishing he
had a sword with him - his rapier, with its fine edge. He was sure he could
slip it between cracks in the bugs' armor, at the very least slice off a
claw. But wishes were like horses, and he had none of those either, so
running it was with bursts of wind to force the bugs back, buy them a few
more feet. ]}

Come on, only little more! We are almost there!

_{[ After he would grill him on what he was going, but for now time to
run! ]}

[ He's confusing them with blind! If he had a staff, he'd be laying fear down as fast as he could, but, well, he doesn't have that. ]

Okay~!

[ He's running with someone! This is suddenly much less scary.

It also helps that he breathes more or less in the opposite way from humans, and so this running makes it easier for him to clear the oxygen out. ]

_{[ Not that Vanyel knew any of this of course. He was simply running
through the twisting paths of the ship, hoping they were getting much
closer to their goal. They had to be - the ship was not so large and he had
been close to begin with to the exit before hearing Astaffiel's cries.
]}

We must almost be there. Let us move faster.

_{[ He picked up the pace, lungs straining as the drain of magic began
to eat at him. ]}

Uhhhmmm...

[ Vanyel seems to be slowing down. Did the bugs get him with something when he kicked them? So Asteffiel raises a black-green glow twice more.

One was Well of Power - if the bugs had made Vanyel feel bad, then it would turn into something good. Or if Vanyel accidentally made himself feel bad. The second was Well of Blood - they ran out it before the fog could pulse more than twice, but if anything was hurting him, it would get better! ]

That.. just means less talking, right? [ He can't do that guardian thing where they shout and you go faster! ]

_{[ No Asteffiel, he is merely tired. Magic was draining for him without
an outside source, and he had been using quite a bit of it since making his
way into the ship with Axel. His stores were deep, but even he had limits
and they were fast approaching. Later, he would need to ask the plant-man
about his magic, not having known he had any. But later. ]}

It helps. It merely means we must keep ahead of them!

_{[ He put on a burst of speed, seeing their destination ahead. ]}

Okay!

[ Well, Vanyel does seem able to suddenly go faster! Maybe it worked a little!

If Vanyel knows what it feels like to be inhaling more oxygen than normal, he might realize how Asteffiel breathes. And why running just helps him out.

The plant will skid to a halt toward the back end of the safe place, watching for the bugs. Please don't follow them. ]

_{[ Vanyel hit the door to close it, leaning against the adjacent wall,
hand clutching his chest. Sweat dripped along his forehead, bent over and
breathing hard. That... was not something he wished repeated. He looked to
Asteffiel, trying his best to put on his sternest face. ]}

What in the world were you doing out by yourself?

[ Three, two, one, as Asteffiel realizes that he's being scolded. ]

I didn't realize the bugs wouldn't react to magic? So I was looking for the food they took from the station! In case there was anything I could grow from it...?

_{[ He sighed. ]}

You shouldn't go wandering about by yourself in a strange space, Asteffiel. It is dangerous, and you could have been hurt with no one to help. Next time, let one of us know where you are going.

... if magic worked on them it would have been fine...

[ Okay, maybe not quite fine. He does still need a good staff, for things to be mostly fine, and a proper set of daggers for things to have been completely fine.

But he has sort of shrunk like he's aware he did something wrong. ]

... Like captain apple? [ Ferris probably would probably make one of those noises if he told him. The ones that say 'whatever leave me alone'. ]

Yes, like Axel.

_{[ He had learned that Asteffiel mixed up the names of people, and had
finally figured out that "apple" meant "Axel". ]}

Or even myself. Just someone else on the ship so we know where you have gone and if you might be in danger. You are part of our crew, Astaffiel, we would not want anything to happen to you, you understand?

[ It's so close, isn't it. Asteffiel nods, okay he got it right. ]

Okay.

[ ... Asking to go back in is a bad idea. That, and the bugs had tried eating him, which is most definitely not okay, so Asteffiel doesn't really want to go back in anyway. ]

.. I will ask people at the entrance if they find the bugs food? And to bring anything back that looks like seeds?

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